Kastor.
By resistless fate was her doom on-driven,
And by Phœbus' response, in unwisdom given.
Electra.
Yet why hath Apollo by bodings ordained
That I with a mother's blood be stained?
Kastor.
In the deed ye shared, as the doom ye shared:
The curse of your sires was for twain prepared,
And it hath not spared.
Orestes.
Ah, sister mine, after long, long space of weary waiting, to see thy face,
And lo, from thy love to be straightway torn,
To forsake thee, be left of thee forlorn! 1310
Kastor.
A husband is hers and a home: this pain
Alone must she know, no more to remain
Here, ne'er know Argos again.
Electra.
What drearier lot than this, to be banned
For aye from the borders of fatherland?
Orestes.
But I flee from the halls of my father afar;
For a mother's blood at the alien's bar
Arraigned must I stand!
